Cracking me Up

It's been a barrel of laughs around here today.

This morning, Andrew was wearing a plastic bead necklace of Anna's. (At least it was orange and matched his t-shirt, right)?
Jacob walks up to him and says,

"Andrew, that's a girl's necklace. If anyone else were here visiting our house right now, they would say to you 'Oh what a nice little girl you are.' "

(Is it wrong of me to find that positively hysterical)?

Later, the boys were having a common conversation about how old Andrew would be when Jacob is a particular age, and vice versa.

Andrew pulled me into the conversation.

"Mom, when I'm 18, how old will Jacob be?"
"Well, he's two years younger than you, so how old would that be?"
Silence.
"What, do you want me to solve that?"
"Yes, actually, I do."

By this time, Jacob has seemingly turned his attention elsewhere.
Andrew stalls solving the problem.

"Why was I two when Jacob was born?"
"Well, we thought you were such a wonderful little boy, and you had been such a wonderful baby, that we thought we would like to have another baby as wonderful as you."
"Is that for real?"
"Yes, that's for real."
Jacob pipes up, apparently not tuned out: "That's when it was time for me to pop out!"

After our laughter, Andrew did solve the problem...not to worry.